Saturday, 6 March 2021

HOME DE CONSTANTE TRISTEZA



I am a man of constant sorrow,

I've seen trouble all my days.

I bid farewell to old Kentucky,

The place where I was born and raised

The place where he was born and raised!

For six long years,

I've been in trouble

No pleasure here,

On earth I've found

For in this world

I'm bound to ramble

I have no friends to help me now

You can bury me in some deep Valley,

For many years, there I may lay.

Then you may learn to love another

While I am sleeping in my grave

While he is sleeping in my grave!

Maybe your friends think

I'm just a stranger

My face you'll never see no more

But, there is one promise that is given,

I'll meet you on God's golden shore.

He'll meet you on God's golden shore!

Sunday, 17 May 2020

TWO METRES TWO MUCH




Hai que manter as distâncias
deixar-se de promiscuidades
e arregaçar as mangas

E sobretudo, que nom se toquem
entre elas
as crianças

Filhos da puta

Friday, 13 September 2019

COM DEUS ME DEITO, COM DEUS ME LEVANTO

Com deus me deito, com deus me levanto
comigo eu calo, comigo eu canto
e bato um papo, e bato um ponto
e tomo um drinke e fico tonto

Sunday, 19 May 2019

QUATRO CARROUCHOS


Quatro caminhos
quatro jeitos de faguere
cada quem o seu latim
(quatro flous, meu irmão)

Um mesmo destino
pois que a luz somos todos.

(Desço pola rua
pra ir trabalhar ... )

Saturday, 16 March 2019

RESPIRA

(Respira quanda mim)
Vem e apreixa
óu, vem jogar c’a minha ixola
cascuda, buraco, lagarto baldreu ...

VEM JOOOOGAR MEEEEU

MOURÉM, MOURÉM, MOURÉM
(caíche no ichó!)



BREATHE

Breathe with me
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game, I'll test ya
Psychosomatic, addict, insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game, I'll test ya
Psychosomatic, addict, insane
Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale, exhale


Monday, 24 December 2018

Friday, 26 October 2018

BLUS DAS AUGAS PRETAS



O céu era escuro coma a noite
quando choveu cinco dias de seguido
em Orleans de Nova França

Cinco dias de mourém
choveu e choveu e choveu
e as canles emborcárom
na cidade da Luisiana

E ao pé da minha casa
umha dorna eu vim ao longe:

óu blus das augas pretas
ele-onde agora ir-hei eu?